Warm summer breeze. Beautiful bright flowers. Lush green grass. Humans love me, my wings are fully of pattern and colour and I fly so elegantly. Being so small makes everything so big and flying so high. Birds always chase me, they must be jealous of me because of how beautiful I am so try to eat me instead. Life is hard being me. Everyone says it's just the circle of life but I don't want it to be, I don't want to have to worry all the time about being eaten by well, everything basically. It's just not fair, the only thing humans have to worry about is being shot by their own kind. I guess that's a positive of being me, we don't have guns as cool as it would be to have one.
